Spec Ops

It’s not uncommon for me to commence a hiring without first starting the meter, as I did last night. This is generally due to a distraction with either the boarding passenger/s or surrounding traffic.

The cause of last night’s distraction, however, was a first - Special Ops, for an evil cabal of oppressive Western tyrants, the number one threat to world peace hard working cabbies.

In the mid-evening a young woman hailed me on Elizabeth Street at Hyde Park. On stopping, a sudden distinctive roar from overhead drowned out the constant traffic noise. WTF..!? It was the unmistakable WHUP-WHUP-WHUP of hovering rotor blades. This was no ordinary helicopter, being so low as to have startled pedestrians anxiously searching the night sky for the menacing disturbance.

But the chopper was seemingly invisible with it’s deafening howl reverberating off adjacent building towers, masking it’s location. A few minutes later, I spotted a darkened machine, possibly a Blackhawk flying without lights below 1,000 ft. The fearsome shape swooshed across the park, barely clearing St Mary’s Cathedral and the innocent fruit bats from Botanic Gardens.

It was a totally reckless act for the evil empire to be practising Special Ops over a city of peace loving cabbies. And what about the moonbats fruit bats out for their evening feed ? Did these war gamers care about their feelings ? Of course not.

Last night their swinish preparations for a fascist summit cost me $2.50, after failing to start the meter. I'll be invoicing ChimpyMcBusHitler.